Demon Sage

For reasons of religious belief, the burial of the deceased was often chosen near the church a long time ago, and the distance from the church was a reflection of personal identity. Only the high clergy and nobles of the church were eligible to be buried inside the church.

With the development of these years, the population of the Lane Empire has exploded, and the inherent concepts have been broken with pedantic old customs. The corpse burial is no exception. A large number of corpses buried around the church are obviously not clean and hygienic. , believers do not want to smell the strong corpse odor to worship.

Therefore, the government promulgated the law on cemetery burial, built three to five cemeteries around the city of Preston, and provided them to the deceased. A large number of civilian corpses were moved to the periphery of the city, and the church no longer assumed the responsibility of the cemetery.

Of course, if there is a noble deceased, there is also room for the body to be stored inside the church.

The Graves of the Grants are in Shelts Cemetery outside South City, where Donald arrived at noon.

The rain of the past few days stopped last night, but there was still some stamina, and the sky was still gray. Donald was holding a hidden knife and cane in one hand and an umbrella in the other. He felt a little weird, and there was a gentleman like him nearby. They don't have this view.

Bouquets and wine, these are sold in shops near the cemetery, and he even saw a lot of hotels.

There are hotels next to every cemetery. This sentence is not a joke.

"Sir, go straight ahead. When you see the sign, turn left and go straight for a while, and you will see the cobblestone path. Follow the road and you will see Shetz Cemetery."

When buying the bouquet, Donald specifically confirmed the location to ensure that his memory was correct before continuing on the road.

A funeral procession was passing by along the way, with family members in the front, and priests and relatives and friends in the back. The ladies wore black veils, and the men wore black formal suits like Donald, and could hear faint sobbing.

There are no scenes of crying and grabbing the ground, but more of a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Donald was walking in front of them originally. After thinking about the suspicion of blocking the road, he took the initiative to stop on the side of the road, waited for the motorcade to pass by, took off his hat, and several gentlemen in the team glanced at him and noticed the bouquet in his hand. Immediately give the same compliment.

After the team passed, Donald followed behind them and walked out of Preston along the street. The street sign, followed by a flat road covered with green grass. The vegetation in front was quite dense, and there were signs of artificial planting. It should be to ensure the air condition in the cemetery and beautify the cemetery environment.

Just as he set foot on the cobblestone path, a boy suddenly ran beside him, wearing a somewhat loose coat, obviously coming towards him.

"Sir, do you know how to get to Shetz Cemetery?"

The boy raised his head, the teeth in his mouth leaked out when he spoke, but it didn't prevent Donald from hearing what he meant.

"Go straight this way."

Simple response.

"I got separated from my family, can you take me there, sir?"

"Of course, just follow me."

I just wanted to go there, and I didn't need to carry him, so I readily agreed.

It's just that the speed of progress has slowed down a lot. The little boy's footsteps are not fast. Donald didn't say much. This is going to the grave, not reincarnating. He should be practicing spell skills at home. Plan to go back early.

Besides, when he walked out of the room this morning, he suddenly realized that it was also unusual for him to be in the room all day, and Infinita was often at home recently...

Thinking about whether to find a place to practice spell skills in the future, stepping on the uneven cobblestone path on the ground, the team in front has stopped a few hundred meters away, through the gap between the trees, Donald can see some or gray, or white tombstones.

"elder brother!"

With a crisp voice, Donald raised his head, and a little girl was standing on the lawn calling out to him.

"Thank you for leading the way, I have to go."

The little boy beside him trotted away all the way. Donald smiled and continued to walk toward the cemetery. Along the way, he met another acquaintance, the manager of the corner bookstore.

Cann Antoine, who was also wearing a formal suit, seemed stunned when he saw Donald approaching.

"Mr. Antoine, what a coincidence."

They both saw each other. At this time, the old man couldn't be greeted, so Donald took the initiative to speak.

"Yeah, today is the death anniversary of my two friends. Although I am old, as long as I remember this day, I will definitely come here. By the way, the last time you bought "Exorcism of Evil" from me, to you Does it help?"

"It's useful, but I don't quite understand it. Although I used to be a religious student, I've been graduating for several months now... It's a bit embarrassing to say."

There are a lot of religious descriptions in the book "Expulsion of Evil", the predecessor may be able to read it, as for the current Donald, it seems very difficult~www.wuxiahere.com~ often have to rely on some religious foundations in the bookcase in his room Books to read.

"The study of knowledge is indeed the case. Because of serious study, you will find difficulties. If you just browse it roughly, how can you care about the connotation."

"It seems that Mr. Antoine has a lot of experience in this reading?"

"Haha, it's just an opinion from an older person. Next time you have a chance, come to the corner bookstore. Reading is something that will never go out of style. In addition, I recently got some new tea, which tastes very good. I hope you can come and taste it. , the sooner the better, otherwise my son and I will be finished drinking."

The conversation between the two ended here. Cann Antoine wanted to go back to his bookstore, while Donald went into the cemetery and found the graves of the Grant couple.

Unexpectedly, it seems that someone came to worship before him...

Standing in front of the stone tablet engraved with the epitaph, Donald's eyes locked on the two bouquets of flowers on the ground, they were white lilies of the same type, wrapped in white cloth.

Putting down the things he brought, he stretched out his hand and picked up a petal. When he squeezed it with a little force, some juice would seep out, which meant that the two bouquets had only been placed here for a while.

Relatives and friends of former parents?

Before looking at the stored documents in the bank, Donald might not think too much. Now that he knows that the identities of his predecessors are not simple, he will naturally think about this aspect.

Donald's memory about relatives and friends did not exist, so he stood up and looked around, trying to find one or two people to stimulate his predecessor's memory, and then recall some key things.

The person who stimulated the memory was not found, but it was not nothing. A man with a shovel and a beard was shoveling soil nearby.

Gravekeeper.